Wednesday, September 29, 2010

Cuddling at bedtime with the boys. (Yes, Collin is wearing X mas pajamas!)
Anyone notice anything different? Four inches got whacked off my hair today!!!!

I got an e-mail from my dear college friend yesterday. "My son's been diagnosed with Aspergers," she wrote to the list. I was astonished and immediately felt compelled to respond. As one who has experienced this first hand, I know responding to this sort of email can be tricky. "Congratulations" is not appropriate, but neither really is "sorry." I (personally) think the best way to respond is:
That's a lot to take in.
I'm here if you need anything.

And, now over a year into the process I'd add:

Good things can arise from a diagnosis that may seem hard to embrace.

So I sent an email. We've been volleying e-mails back and forth since. When asked how she's doing, she mentioned tears, initially and intermittently since. How I can relate! About a year ago, I was one big slobbery mess, for months and months.

That was then, today I met with the psychologist that referred to Caleb as an "Aspie." Hearing that word didn't cause me to whimper, weep or wail. I've learned to embrace it, and only through acceptance things have gotten better.

Having an Aspergers kid is not the end of the world, it just means the world as we know alters a bit.

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